“Of course,” she said trying to make more sense of her thoughts. She would go see him after they had a chance to talk through owls – the relationship with her father was so important right now but the only thing she really felt like she should do was be alone.
Hannah had no idea about Mrs. Longbottom’s past but felt a surge of gratitiude soar through her heart. A woman who understood her pain, knew what she was fighting for, felt the same anguish she did. It was so strangely comforting and so sad that people had to live like this – they were all in danger and it was never clearer to the girl than it was before: people were dying everywhere and Hannah wasn’t alone in it.
It was time for her to go face the common room, to see her friends. Maybe she could talk a first year into letting her have their chocolate frogs that way she could grieve properly in bed. It was such a fucked up situation – she just wanted to cry. “There’s nothing more anyone could have done,” she said honestly. “She was already dead from the start, and really, all it’s going to take is time.”
She pulled back and gave a small but strong smile, trying to prove that she was okay. “At least we’re all fighting for the same thing, now.”